Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46 
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on Jun 14, 2015 17:49:25 GMT -8
 Promiethius Citadel
Eastern Phoenix
Fortified by religious soldiers and magic, this Citadel stands tall in Phoenix. It's fires never go out. Many come here for salvation or forgiveness from all points of The Phoenix State. Only the main chamber on the first floor was open to the public. It stands as a church and government building, holding all control over the trade, military, and politics.
With no High Druid, there has been no service for many years. Still, their Kiraxo Scrolls hold up, the people faith never wavering. The who have filth in their heart, but truly seek cleansing when they enter, will always leaved cleansed. |
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on Jun 14, 2015 18:13:07 GMT -8
"We want to begin making large brick and mass amounts of oil. We're going to begin building walls on the borders of the Valheecius Desert. I know your employment rate is low, so we're going to use your workforce to build the walls. We'll use your resources and people to do this. While you are there, you need to try and build a church along the border of the Free Plains." Promiethius spoke to the druids and mages.
"Yes, my Liege. We will begin production now! By morning we have enough to begin our supply line and move out! Our people will be so happy and thankful! The Six Faces and Amun Ra have blessed us again!" One of the mages spoke out.
The group scattered immediately, leaving Promiethius standing there. He would make his way to the top of the Citadel to a private chamber only he could access. With a magical chant, the lock clicked and he entered his chambers for the remainder of the day and night.
He would step out on the balcony, overlooking the dark and poor city. He remember it being so beautiful, but things happen. He hoped that maybe the upcoming events would brighten it back up. He had plans for oil barrels and large, stackable, brick. His walls were going to be a bang for anybody that tries to destroy them.
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Arch General Promiethius
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Clothes and Equipment: Gold and white iron armor with a dragon scale under armor. His sword was crafted from the deep pits of Drumbar by a tribe that no longer exists. As it has never been tested, some say magic is involved with his sword.
Registered: Jun 9, 2015 17:25:50 GMT -8
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Post by Arch General Promiethius on Jun 17, 2015 12:52:21 GMT -8
Promiethieus took a mighty leap, landing at the front gate of the citadel. He would move off into the area, finding a shop to pick up new garments for his next adventure.
After a brief search, he found new garments. He would break his armor down and put it in satchels that he would throw over his tri-horned red and white furred rhino. Sadly, he stripped his rhino down to nothing except basic steel plating, enough to cover the vitals.
"Well, everyone has their orders...Time to have a little fun."
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